Cycled to the PO, where there's already a holiday-sized line. Then to TJ's. Saw a location scouting crew from Universal on the way.
mini-rant: Given that they're devout Catholics, I should know they've already got cognitive dissonance down cold so I shouldn't really be surprised by my parents. But I still can be surprised, somehow.
Mom: "We don't call it 'rent', we call it your 'share'."
Me: "If it were my 'share', then my adult brother & sister who also live here would also be paying their 'share'."
Luckily, she didn't go off on me at that point. Which my dad probably would have. Blind spots so big you could fit the Spruce Goose in them.
Me: Mom, can you look online at the weather and see how long we have before I have to be worried about snow?
Mom of Cass: Yes, but first I want to watch you put on your socks.
Fair enough.
Damn, those things are sock porn.
I have a pair of those on RIGHT NOW AIFG! I'm actually going to derby, though.
Spidra, I am shaking my head and thinking some very, very bad words at your parents right now. Charge rent or don't, fine, but be consistent and fair. Or, a maxim that came up again and again this weekend - do whatever you want, just don't be an asshole about it.
I am trying to figure out how to deal with rage and anxiety without letting Tom know I have rage and anxiety.
Maybe go to bed?
Maybe go to bed?
Maybe.
Or take a shower?
A walk?
Take a book to "read quietly"?
Ugh, trying to deal with rage and anxiety while hiding rage and anxiety sucks.
Ugh, trying to deal with rage and anxiety while hiding rage and anxiety sucks.
No kidding. I recommend a long bath/shower. I like to imagine the rage and anxiety melting away...that is, when I'm not screaming at the person/thing I'm enraged about in my head.
Oh Nora. That's so hard, and I'm sorry for the need to do it. No advice, just hugs.
waiting for official offer on dream job with dream org in dream city
So.fabulous. Everything crossed for you.
my motivation must be out shopping. gah. I still need to write some words today.
So looking forward to the second half of this week. Somewhat bemused by the possible outcomes of HKF trying to show her new doll to Mal, and Mal realizing that this doll is not in any way weaponized. Yet. It does now have a sparkly sleeping bag that didn't cost whatever the branded ones cost. And I tried a very little quilting, which was fun. HKF went full King-of-Cake over this fabric. [link]